Thursday, January 24, 2008

tooth blues

"do you know how many teeth you have?"

i got stumped by this question from my dentist today. frankly i had no idea (x that aside, i don't know why but routine cleaning never felt so uncomfortable; it felt like a million little razors running over my teeth. as i sat anxiously in my seat i wondered how i could have ever possibly survived the ordeal of having braces during my secondary school years. in particular, i wondered where i found the courage to agree to have all 4 second molars extracted in a single session. 4 healthy ones, in fact. (usually people get 2 extracted in a day and 2 on another.) i could remember the queer numbing sensation brought about by the anesthesia, the immense force with which those teeth were being yanked out, and the metallic taste of blood that remained in my mouth long after the extraction. having said that, i may have to undergo the same frightful procedure all over again someday cos i just discovered that a wisdom tooth is growing out =/ however, this time, i doubt i'll be able to face it with the same gungho attitude like i used to. or, somehow i can get it back again.

meanwhile, the latest count turned out to be 24 and a half :p

by exalted! at 12:08 pm |